Blind Tansited Evenings
Thislightwas the morningpeering his eyes thru the curtains,
lights you arehoping to see,
This lights is almost like a prayer
about anythings in your present life,
you have been in love with colors since births,
Your breaths has seen reluctance these last few days,
The time for retribution is near,
Its now and never this lively gifts from heaven,
Always you had imagined death as a blind transited
evenings and you're bound for the sea.
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